I love underdogs...but I'm not so fond of martyrs. And I really don't like it when I let myself step into that role. So, here's the scoop.
Saturday morning found us at Denny's since we had used all the milk and eggs in the house and the Husband decided it was a good idea to go there before heading to the grocery store. I love my breakfast from home more, but I gave a nod to the plan cause I knew he was really wanting a few bites of a pancake and I wasn't going to stand in his way. My usual from Denny's is a Senior Citizen meal that is reasonable in price and gives me an egg, a piece of ham, and some fresh fruit...not so bad for a restaurant breakfast.
But Saturday morning it was "Buy One, Get One Free" on one of their insane Slams...I don't know one from the other except they have one thing in common...too much food! But Hubby is a sucker for a bargain and looked like a kid in a candy shop when he turned to me and extolled the virtues of getting an entire "free" meal! And there I was, not wanting to disappoint, saying "Sure", and then turning to the waitress to see what we were actually ordering. It wasn't good news...2 eggs, bacon and sausage links, and two big pancakes!
I did try to make an end run past this impending disaster by asking if I could have ham instead, but I was defeated in the attempt by the "No substitution!" rule. Darn!!!
So, she goes off to get a big plate of food that I had no intentions of eating and I sat there silent, stewing, fuming, resentful and playing the martyr act for all it was worth. Now, I have to add that this means nothing to my husband, who for over 38 years has always been oblivious to my martyrdom! It just does not phase him...which is for the good, because it it did, I would play that card much more often!
So, I end up picking at a couple of dry, scrambled eggs and boxing the rest for the dog...who needs it as much as I do, by the way!
And this episode infected my mood for the rest of the day. Lunch was lousy...Hubby found he had lost his ATM card (the bank had it...but you want to feel sick to your stomach...just imagine someone gleefully playing with your money!), and by the time supper rolled around, my instincts were to eat away all the bad feelings and tensions of the day! I didn't...thank goodness we have pretty much stripped the house of anything you could do a lot of harm with!
But by yesterday, I had given the whole situation some thought, and I began to see that the whole breakfast thing was my own fault. My husband is a reasonable man and he would have listened to my argument as to why the "free" meal was not the best choice for us. My decision to blow off any discussion and just "settle" was just that...MY decision. And it was not a good one!
Sometimes, we have to make the decision that what is best for us IS WORTH FIGHTING FOR!
We frequently allow our own needs to be set aside to "please" someone else who really doesn't expect or want us to do so. They love us and want us to be happy...we shouldn't put them in that position.
I find myself "making do" in the name of "thrift" quite often. I sat here this morning in a knit top that I hate...it doesn't FEEL RIGHT when I wear it. The neck is too big and I'm constantly having to rearrange it. I never have liked it and I am miserable every time I put it on...but I still wore it. And it wasn't like it was in great condition...it had some kind of stain on the front! Geesh! It's now in the trash...a triumph, of sorts.
We all do it. We make those small "sacrifices" that, in the end, start to weigh us down. We finish our kid's meals instead of making ourselves a nice lunch. We claim we have no time for going to the gym, but we drive the kids to every practice and game or event that is offered. We buy "treats" that we know will drive us mad with wanting to eat them because the kids like them.
Maybe we should look at our needs and our goals and see if they are worth fighting for, and maybe then, we can start chipping away at some of the obstacles that are standing between us and what we value the most.